Conversation With a SnakeConversation With a Snake3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A young man with glasses and silver hair pulled back in a ponytail was sitting and doing some paperwork, like he did everyday. It had been the same story, day in, and day out, for two weeks. He grumbled. Oh, how he longed for excitement. It was days like today that he was glad to be Orochimaru's right hand man. It guaranteed that he would see excitement before the week was over.
The man, who was less of a man and more of a boy, if you bothered to pay attention to him, leaned back in his chair and took off his glasses. He blew on them and rubbed them against his shirt to get rid of a smudge that magically appeared there while he was working.
Sasuke's DiscoverySasuke couldn't believe his eyes. Was the world coming to an end? Or was he just asleep? He pinched his arm as hard as he could and winced. It wasn't 2012 yet, was it? Was the apocalypse coming?Sasuke's Discovery3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kabuto was talking to Mr. Artist without the use of threatening items.
Sasuke tried to listen to what they were saying, but all he heard was photos and DeviantArt. He sat down and ate his cereal. Orochimaru came in the room and saw the two. He smiled and talked with them for a few minutes before getting some toast and sitting with them.
Okay, what alternate universe was this?
Sasuke finished his food and went to his room, turned on the computer, a
Annual CheckupSasuke fidgeted nervously in the waiting room chair, a traditional cloth-and-wood affair that, through the worn nature of the upholstery and nail marks gouged out of the arm rests, perfectly described the atmosphere of the entire room. The tension in the air was so thick that a homeless man could have carved a chunk out of it and had it on a cracker for lunch. The room was a traditional doctor's office white, the sort of white they also use on asylum walls, and the seats were arranged in such a manner that somehow, there was no clear path to the exit. A wilting potted plant stood dejectedly in the corner, probably due to the lack of windows iAnnual Checkup3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This